Growing up, I was very fortunate to have an uncle that was well-connected in the Ferrari world. Since we live so close to The Breakers, he would invite us every year to the Cavalino Classic (think Ferrari-specific Pebble Beach) they hold there, and we'd spend a few days at the track events, the concours, and the banquet. Mind you, I was between 9 and 14, and I still knew that the guys who left the basting and tags on the sleeve were being twats. One could easily tell between the true enthusiasts and the nouveau riche.
only time I really brush shoulders with people that monied is at the pebble beach pro am every year my dad and I have been going since I was five